I wrote a novel once.
Then I abandoned it.
Too bad. I should've finished it when I had the chance.
Now… I'm inside it.
Inside the world I created— a world I thought I knew.
A world that is now completely unknown to me.
I once wrote characters and made them suffer endlessly.
I laughed, thinking, "MCs are the real fools. Always getting into trouble."
And now… I'm the MC.
Hah! Life really sucks.
Seriously.